A canopy incense car, a handful of sandalwood just rightly fills the compartment.
Chu Yu and Qin Zheng sat opposite each other, but they didn't see each other in their eyes. The carriage was fairly spacious, and they each occupied a soft tiger-skin couch, and the air seemed to freeze.
Chu Yu supported his forehead with one hand, and unconsciously fiddled with the burnt incense ash in the nine-petal lotus purple gold incense burner with the other hand. His posture was full of laziness and just right carelessness, as if the person who regarded human life as nothing had nothing to do with him.
Qin Zheng sneered twice with unknown meaning.
Chu Yu raised his head as if he had just discovered him, pointed to a set of clean clothes beside him, and said, "Master Hou is full of makeup and powder, it's not right, it's better to change clothes first."
Qin Zheng sneered: "Second Master is full of blood, so he needs to change his skin?"
Chu Yuquan pretended not to understand, but her tone was a little lighter: "Zhen'er is sick, your smell of alcohol will wash her off."
Speaking of his daughter, Qin Zheng's face was cold, but he still raised his hand and began to take off his clothes stained with alcohol and makeup.
At present, in Shangjing, it is popular for literati and inkmen to show their unrestrained appearance, deviant and unorthodox, and their robes are all wide-sleeved and narrow-waisted. Three times, five times and two times, it's easy to take off.
Suddenly the carriage stopped abruptly, a low neigh sounded in the night, and the carriage trembled violently.
Chu Yu's body fell forward uncontrollably, and bumped into the arms of Qin Zheng, who had just taken off his shirt and was bare chested.
There was undisguised disgust in Qin Zheng's eyes, and without pushing Chu Yu away, he opened his mouth and said sarcastically, "Second Master is so good at throwing himself into his arms, even the most popular young lady in Silver Hook Lane can't compare. "
Chu Yu didn't even frown, and sat up straight lightly. Qin Zheng has a good appearance, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, with clear lines, but there are deep and shallow scars on his chest, all left by knives and halberds.
Hearing Qin Zheng's provocative and insulting words, Chu Yu said without raising his head, "Master Hou's body is far worse than the ones at home."
Qin Zheng's face darkened, and he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Chu Yu, do you want to be ashamed?"
Chu Yu found it very funny. It was him who satirized him for being shameless, and he was the one who made him shameless.
Qin Zheng finally understood what it meant to be non-speculative, and when he thought of what Chu Yu said, he was inexplicably disgusted, his heart felt like a bunch of thorns were pierced, and the pain was burning.
The coachman outside panicked and said, "Second Lord, it's too dark, a stone hit the horse's leg on the ground. Are you and Master Hou okay?"
"It's okay, just be more careful." Chu Yu responded casually, leaning back on the soft couch and closing her eyes to rest. Seeing that Qin Zheng was unhappy, he became much happier.
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When we arrived at Hou's mansion, it was already the fourth watch.
Zhen'er fell asleep, and her soft forehead hair was drenched with sweat in the middle of the night. Chu Yu reached out and touched her forehead, and the fever had subsided.
This made Chu Yu heave a sigh of relief, and carefully wiped off the fine beads of sweat on Zhen'er's forehead with a handkerchief, and then tucked the corners of the quilt carefully.
Qin Zheng felt that Chu Yu would only look like a dog in front of Zhen'er. He didn't know that in Chu Yu's heart, Qin Zheng would not look like a dog even in front of Zhen'er.
I don't know if it's because he didn't sleep well, but even though Chu Yu was so gentle and careful, Zhen'er, who was in a light sleep, woke up in a daze, grabbed his sleeve with sleepy eyes, and murmured: "Daddy... Big Daddy comes home Yet?"
Qin Zheng was taken aback, he didn't expect that his daughter was really waiting for him to come home.
Chu Yu squinted at Qin Zheng, lowered her head and said softly to Zhen'er, "Of course I'm back."
When Zhen'er heard this, his drowsiness disappeared immediately, and he got up happily, and sure enough, standing not far away was his big daddy.
"Big Daddy!" If it wasn't for Chu Yu's sharp eyesight and quick hands to hold him down, the little girl would have jumped on him.
I can't blame Zhen'er for being so excited. Qin Zheng lives in a dream all day long. He lives in Huajie and Liuxiang as his home. The last time the father and daughter met was last month or the last month.
"Zhener..." Qin Zheng stretched out his hand towards his daughter, wanting to rub her little face, but stopped suddenly, embarrassment flashed in his eyes.
With these hands, how many dancers and young ladies have embraced, how can they touch his pure and immature daughter.
Holding Qin Zheng's finger with a soft little hand, Zhen'er seemed to be afraid of her big daddy disappearing, with a bit of care and reluctance.
Qin Zheng's heart softened, and he couldn't help lowering his voice: "Why doesn't Zhen'er sleep well?"
"Zhen'er slept well just now!" Zhen'er was a little flustered, afraid that her big daddy would scold her for being disobedient, and hurriedly explained seriously: "I listened to my daddy, took my medicine well, and had a good rest. Daddy..."
After finishing speaking, he quickly retracted into the bed, and lay his small body upright, for fear that big daddy might not believe it.
Qin Zheng was amused by Zhen'er's innocent appearance, but also a little distressed.
Chu Yu stretched out her finger and poked her daughter's forehead: "Okay, I'll see you again, don't hurry to sleep."
Zhen'er tightly held Qin Zheng with one hand and Chu Yu with the other: "Daddy, I want Daddy to hug and sleep."
Chu Yu has always loved Zhen'er, but upon hearing this, she just sighed softly, pinched the tip of her delicate nose, and said dotingly, "I'm going to grow up to be a big girl soon, and I want Daddy to hug and sleep, I'm not ashamed shame?"
Zhen'er really blushed, covered half of her face with a brocade quilt, and murmured: "Just this time..."
Just as Chu Yu was about to agree, she heard Zhen'er say again: "Can Daddy accompany Zhen'er for a while too?"
Qin Zheng: ...
The originally decent atmosphere suddenly became stiff.
Seeing that neither of them was moving, Zhen'er's dark eyes were gradually full of disappointment, and she looked like she was about to cry, as if whoever dared to say no, she could cry the next moment.
Qin Zheng never thought that there would be a day when he would share the same bed with Chu Yu, and it was in such a sober state without being burned by strong alcohol. But Zhen'er's eyes were like those of a pitiful little animal, eagerly waiting for him to nod his head.
Chu Yu's face turned cold, and before he could refuse, he heard Qin Zheng chuckle, and when he looked up, he saw that he had taken off his coat, lifted the corner of the quilt, lay down next to Zhen'er, and rubbed it with his hands Rubbing the girl's soft hair, she looked like a loving father.
Chu Yu couldn't help frowning, and turned her head to leave, but Zhen'er grabbed her cuff again: "Daddy is coming too!"
He lowered his head subconsciously. From this angle, the curvature of Qin Zheng's jaw was a little thin. As if aware of his gaze, Qin Zheng glanced at him with the usual provocation and sarcasm in his eyes.
Chu Yu took off his outer robe and fell asleep next to Zhener's other side. Through Zhener, he could clearly see Qin Zheng's handsome side face which was not buried in the pillow. This made him a little irritable for no reason, so he simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.
Qin Zheng couldn't do much better. Chu Yu had an indescribable smell, like slightly sour magnolia, and like tuberose with a hint of sweetness, mixed with a little sweetness. Slightly Bitter Calendula…
Satisfied, Zhen'er put the hands of the two fathers together in his arms, overlapping them on his soft belly.
Qin Zheng and Chu Yu were like frozen salted fish, motionless.
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